Postscripta new poemJoseph MasseyMar 08, 20264264ShareText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedPostscript 1 Ice-capped mud-veined snowpack quilted over an old battlefield struck by sun. 2 The long thaw begins with a nonsense syllable echoing in dark woods. An animal shrieking as if shot up from the ground.
I loved that last line.
I like the darker energy of this one, the black tones. Nature’s first green is the color of earth and night.